All Chapters of Don't Stop, Daddy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The penthouse shimmered under the glow of crystal chandeliers, a stage set for perfection. Guests moved with wine glasses in hand, their laughter floating like bubbles. Waiters wove silently through the crowd, offering hors d’oeuvres on silver trays.It was the kind of evening Damien Steele excelled at calculated charm, seamless hosting, the picture of a man who had it all. Vanessa sparkled at his side, the immaculate wife. And Sierra… Sierra felt like a shadow in her emerald dress, every breath a struggle.She shouldn’t have been there, not in this setting, not after the stolen touches and whispers in the dark. Her chest tightened each time Damien’s gaze strayed to her across the room. Quick, fleeting glances that set her skin aflame and reminded her of the truth they could never speak aloud.But Vanessa noticed everything.When her mother’s voice cut through the room, Sierra froze.“Everyone,” Vanessa said warmly, raising her glass. “Before dessert, I’d love to share something speci

The city gleamed beyond the glass, but inside the penthouse, the air was taut, like a violin string pulled too tight. Sierra felt it in her chest, in the silence between her mother’s humming and Damien’s watchful eyes. She moved carefully, like any wrong step might make the whole room collapse.It wasn’t just paranoia anymore. Vanessa had shifted. She no longer floated around the edges with veiled remarks and knowing smiles now she was steering everything, pulling invisible threads. Sierra could feel them coiled around her wrists and ankles, tugging, dragging, tightening.And worst of all? Vanessa wore her strings like jewelry, every move measured, every word calculated.The AnnouncementBreakfast began like any other, sunlight spilling through the wide windows, coffee steaming on the table. Damien was buried in the Financial Times, his tie loosened but his posture precise. Sierra stirred her yogurt without appetite, eyes downcast.Vanessa swept in, radiant in silk the color of blood.

Chapter 46 – The Poisoned ThreadThe morning sun cut through the tall windows of the Steele penthouse, but even the light seemed heavy. It spread across marble counters, polished wood, silver fixtures all gleaming perfection. Yet the air itself felt suffocating, thick with invisible threads that clung to Sierra’s skin.She sat at the breakfast table, her spoon unmoving in her bowl. The gala still clung to her like a bruise. Every glance, every whisper, every lingering touch from Damien in the ballroom haunted her. It had been exhilarating and terrifying at once. For the first time, they hadn’t been careful. For the first time, Damien had dared the world to look.And Vanessa had seen it all.Now she was across the kitchen, radiant in an emerald silk robe, slicing fruit with the precision of a surgeon. Her hair was perfectly in place, glossy and dark. She hummed softly as if the gala had been nothing more than another tedious social obligation.But Sierra knew better.On the counter, pl

The gala hall shimmered with gold and glass, chandeliers spilling light over polished marble floors. The hum of conversation wrapped around Sierra like smoke, thick and suffocating.She’d dressed carefully tonight, a sleek black gown, neckline modest but figure hugging, her hair cascading in glossy waves. She wanted to look untouchable. Unshakable.But beneath the silk and perfume, her skin felt raw.Damien walked beside her, immaculate in a charcoal suit, every step exuding power. His hand brushed hers occasionally, grounding her in a way that was both comforting and claiming. People parted for him instinctively.Vanessa, in crimson silk, trailed a calculated step behind them, smiling like a queen who had already won the war.The Opening SalvoAt first, the conversations were ordinary. Art. Business. Charity. The kind of polished chatter Sierra had grown used to enduring.But then, as she lingered by the champagne table, a voice cut through.“You’re so close with Damien, aren’t you?”

The storm broke at midnight.Sierra stumbled into Damien’s study, cheeks streaked with tears, her breath ragged from running. The heavy oak door slammed behind her, shutting out the echo of her mother’s laughter.Damien looked up from his desk. His green eyes, always so sharp and steady, froze on her trembling form.“What happened?” His voice was calm, too calm, the kind of calm that meant fire burned underneath.“She…..she knows,” Sierra choked. “I tried…..I didn’t mean to but I said too much. She knows.”Damien’s First ReactionDamien rose slowly from his chair, the movement deliberate, measured, like a predator stalking prey. He crossed the room and seized her by the shoulders.“What exactly did you say?” His voice was low, dangerous.Sierra’s lips trembled. “I… I told her she couldn’t talk about us.”The word hung between them like a blade.Damien’s jaw tightened, his hands squeezing until it hurt. “Damn it, Sierra.”Her tears spilled. “I couldn’t stop myself. She was twisting eve